They are trying to take my teeth. Taking out
different ones and tossing them away or just replacing them in the same gum holes
when they realise they are no good. They are looking for one that can take an
implant. Teeth

They keep finding things wrong. Some teeth
are too small, with massive long twisted, elaborate root systems. Some are huge
and bulbous, like mutated potatoes. Some already have implants inside somehow.
This appears to be a source of confusion and serious concern to them.

My teeth can play music. Bizarro world
sensation. Each tooth plays multiple sounds and notes when I open and close my
mouth. It is very strange at first. Mouth farting clumsy noises like an entire
band of mouth

organs and accordions being tuned up. Starts
to become intuitive. Simple. Natural. Im able to play music just by opening and
closing my mouth. The teeth don’t move at all, although it feels like they
should move like keys.

I am playing an elaborate version of the tune
from Close Encounters. Funny. Hilarious. I wake up laughing and smiling. Later,
can’t shake a strange remnant that this was all just another layer of the dream
designed to obscure what they were really doing to me.